The Bane of My Existence

Do you ever feel that something or someone was placed on this earth just to give you something to fight against? Something to keep you on your toes, to combat and from which to save the world?

For me, that someone and something is Barry Manilow and his music.

Day 02 - Your Least Favourite Song

For as long as I can remember, Barry has been a thorn in my side. His music haunts me. On one particularly bad occasion, I was lying in the tanning bed at the solarium (a task which I also detest; it's like lying in a heated coffin), and feeling hot, sweaty, fearing the eventual skin cancer, and all around miserable. I distinctly remember thinking "This can't get any worse," and as soon as that thought appeared, Barry's "Copacabana" came on the radio. And I couldn't escape!! It was torture.

It pains me to even look up this video, but here she is, my least favourite song. "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow.

Comments

Melissa Wheels said…
"I distinctly remember thinking "This can't get any worse," and as soon as that thought appeared, Barry's "Copacabana" came on the radio."

HAHAHAHAHAHA.
I just laughed an extreme amount.
I am super interested with your next few blog posts. Keep 'em coming!

PS- so pleased U2 has the rights to one of your top 3 songs! Did not know that!
16/3/11 20:52
Kenmore said…
I started to listen to the song and thought "Wait ... these aren't the words! Or ... hold on ..." and eventually realized I associate that I know the Star Wars parody of that song better than the original song.
16/3/11 22:15
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